Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Motorama,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.